You Have Your Way

You have your way

Of turning the air autumn around me

You have your way

You have your way

Of turning the air autumn around me

Pock marks my day

Pock marks my day

You have your way

Of standing in the doorway

Invitingly, what can I say

You have your way

You have your way

Of standing in the doorway

Invitingly, what can I say

You have your way

If ours was a flame

And you turned me out

What would I say

You have your way

And the drunk turns

And the prairie girls wade out

And the leaves will

Surely bury the sound

And the drunk turns

And the prairie girls wade out

And the leaves will

Surely bury the sound

You have your way

Of standing in the doorway

Invitingly, what can I say

You have your way

You have your way

Of turning the air autumn around me

What can I say

Pock marks my day

Pock marks my day

If our's was a flame

And you turned me out

What would I say

You have your way

And the drunk turns

And the prairie girls wade out

And the leaves will

Surely bury the sound

And the drunk turns

And the prairie girls wade out

And the leaves will

Surely bury the sound